The lights are like dragons, and the voices are getting smaller.

After the second hour of Xu, the bell rang in Chang'an Eve. On both sides of the street, vendors extinguished the heat rising from the furnaces, and the pedestrians wandering around also hurried by in groups of three or three.

Yang Yong and Yang Guang touched their slightly swelling belly. Yang Yong naturally refused to ask his brother to go to the brothel before.

"Go back soon, otherwise my father will come back and see that you and I are not at home, so he may have to serve you and my family law again."

The little man walking a little bit on the front, holding cheese and cherries into his mouth little by little. This kind of cheese and sugarcane pulp has always been Yang Guang's favorite after-dinner dessert.

Hearing his brother's words, he raised his little face and came to his side slightly.

"Hmph...... Wherever my brother said, I would hit you if I wanted to hit me. I was taken out by my brother."

"you!"

Yang Yong twitched his lips, his fingers hung in the air and pointed at him. Finally, his cuffs shook and drooped. It was really hard to get angry with his younger brother.

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"Who dares in Chang'an City? My father's identity is there, even the people in the palace have to walk around our brothers."

The little face raised was quite serious. Then, he picked up the cherry and licked the cheese on it, squinted his eyes and felt the sweetness blooming on the tip of his tongue.

There were still many pedestrians on the street. When I heard the conversations between one big and one small, I thought the two of them were interesting.

"By the way, brother, during the meal, Li Yuan said that something happened to a master is true?"

"Maybe it's fake. Where did the master say he'd meet him and even send treasures?"

Yang Yong sneered, his sleeves turned around and his back, looking at the vendors around him who were cleaning up the stalls and leaving, and raised his chin slightly.

"When it comes to masters, Brother Wei knows one. Some people want to borrow Wei and recommend it to their father, as if they are called Lu Liangsheng or Nanchen's tribute."

Speaking of this, Yang Yong suddenly stopped the sound, and vaguely heard the sound of tiles shattering in his ears. He subconsciously raised his face, his eyes passed through the intertwined lanterns above the long street, and murmured: "...what sound."

On one side, Yang Guang looked 'unbelievable' and hummed: "Will an expert be recommended? It must be the one below who fools you."

Bang!

A piece of thumb-sized fragment fell on the street and bounced to Yang Guang's feet. The little man stopped talking and frowned slightly. Following his brother's sight, he looked at the roof on the right.

...

At the north gate of Chang'an, the sound of hoofs vibrates the ground, and more than ten horse hooves are running.

"Open the city gate, the prime minister is going to leave the city!"

A soldier shouted, and while waving his weapons, he ran to the cavalry team, and suddenly tightened the reins.

‘Wow~~’

Yang Suyi pulled his horse's head, looked back suddenly and shouted: "Brother, there are changes in the city!! There are ways for cultivators to do in the city--"

Xilulu!!

In front, the horse whistled and neighed.

The war horse that stood up raised its hooves. Yang Jian turned his head around. He looked like his clan brother didn't look like a fake. He turned his head to Li Yuan who followed him:

"You encounter the immortal elder, don't spread the news indiscriminately. Now you go back to the city first!"

Immediately, he drew out his sword and shouted loudly.

"Follow me!"

The cloak was raised and the horse ran straight across the street. Yang Su and Li Yuan followed the guards and ran wildly behind him.

...

The street market is brightly lit, and pedestrians are passing by in a hurry, and all kinds of noise are getting quiet.

"The last two pancakes, buy one free one, and close the stall after selling them!" "Sheep cakes, sheep cakes, hurry up and have a bite of hot mutton soup."

In the last noise, Yang Yong said, "What sound?", Yang Guang followed the other side of his vision, and there was a loud bang on the building with lanterns hanging on it.

The next moment.

A black shadow crossed the long street like a cannonball, penetrated through the branches and leaves of the big trees beside the road. A string of lanterns were dragged on the figure and smashed hard on the street. It kept touching the edge of the street and bounced up. It rolled several times on the ground and ran into the door panel of a shop that had been closed before stopping.

The broken lantern was burned by the lights, illuminating half of the long street. The pedestrians and vendors were stunned for a moment, then reacted, left everything at hand, shouted in panic and ran, and distanced away.

"Kill people!" "If there is a revenge, run away."

"Notify the government!"

Yang Yong also thought that he had encountered a revenge in the green forest of the rivers and lakes, so he pulled his younger brother back. Yang Guang was unwilling to leave. This kind of thing was rare and he looked back from time to time.

There were two figures on the roof before, one in front of the house, one behind, one person descended from the street, and the other stood on the roof, his robes roared. In an instant, the sound of hooves sounded on the street, and an old donkey carrying the bookshelf was running towards this side.

Lu Liangsheng stared at the monks of the Prayer Cultivation who were descending below, and he stretched out his cuffs with a move. On the back of the old donkey, there were a few "clang" sounds from the bookshelf, and seven magic swords were out of the sheath one by one and rushed into the sky.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

The moment he flew through his brothers' vision, his clothes and hair were blown around, Yang Yong fell to the ground with a 'Ouch'.

On the side, Yang Guang stood there blankly, his mouth was so open that it was difficult to close.

"Brother...Brother...what was flying over..."

Yang Yong, who was sitting on the ground, swallowed his saliva: "It seems... it's a sword."

As they spoke, the scholar on the roof of the two looked in front of them. The scholar on the roof waved his arms and his two fingers stood up between his eyes. Since the Qishan Golden Elixir was slightly improved, he seemed much more comfortable to control the magic sword.

call……

The wind blew across the street, and the monk who ran to his companion turned around. The sword light flashed through his eyes. In his shrinking pupils, seven magic swords crossed the sky above the long street, and then fell down.

"Sword-controlling technique?!"

At this moment, the red-headed staff in his hand suddenly paused to the ground, with fire patterns wrapped around him, and the magic power spread out on the head of the staff to the top of his head. The seven sword bodies fell down with a buzzing sound, and the sound of the thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust around.

“Ahhhh….”

The monk's arms kept trembling, his face turned red, and in his roar, he removed his magic power and rushed to the side with a kick. Long swords spread along his rolling figure. The nailed ground burst, and the residue flew to the street, hitting the wooden pillars in the eaves, all trembling.

In this scene, the two brothers hiding behind the cart and a vendor were stunned.

"Brother, look, the person upstairs has come down."

The lantern burned and the range illuminated by the fire, Lu Liangsheng fell to the ground lightly, raised his hand, and a vertical sword was inserted into a magic sword on the ground, causing stone debris to rise up one by one.

...

In the distance, another monk who had been knocked into the street woke up, his face covered in blood, and he staggered. He looked at the scholar with a sword hanging around him, swallowed his saliva, turned around and ran away.

He took two steps and stopped suddenly, his expression was stunned. In front of his vision, a toad in a short jacket was standing there on the ground.

"I can't beat that person... A toad demon dares to stop me!"

He also had a magic sword in his hand, and he growled sternly. The moment he stroked his two fingers over the sword body, the toad that stood at his knees was like an hallucination. The toad's head became extremely huge and the frog's mouth opened to the extreme.

On the ground, the flames spread, and the shadows shone on the street walls. The shadows of human feet stomped in the air, while the upper body merged with the huge black shadow.

The toad Taoist was carrying a double webbed shoulder, chewing mushrooms in his mouth, and the toad eyes floated away from the silhouette of his apprentice not far from the street. He stopped swallowing, and for a moment, his head became huge again, and he opened his mouth to the side.

"Ho---th!"

The figure spurted out of his mouth and stuck to the street wall with a slap. The sticky liquid slowly slid down with the monk.

“It tastes so bad…”

The Toad Taoist carried the webbing and turned around and left.

....

Step by step….

The sound of horse hooves came faintly from the north of the long street.

Lu Liangsheng listened slightly, then turned his eyes and saw the rolling monk climbing up from the ground in a mess, and the magic weapon in the other party also fell several feet away.

After all, the practitioners of Taoism were not injured. As soon as this monk of the Prayer Cultivation Sect stood firm, a sound that broke through the air was heard.

The cloth on his body was hissed a few times, and was penetrated by the sword body, then he tightened it, pulled it backwards, and hit the storefront of the street shop with a loud bang. The monk raised his head and several magic swords came towards him-

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

He was nailed to his limbs, wide sleeves, trouser legs, under his armpits.... The whole person was in a large shape. The last handle shot through his robe, nailed to the monk's crotch, and penetrated his shop half an inch.

At this time, Taoist Toad also came over and climbed onto the bookshelf along the rope of the old donkey. From afar, the sound of horse hooves and the light of torches came from far away.

"Liangsheng, take him out of the city for interrogation!"

"Um."

Lu Liangsheng naturally knew that he was alarming the soldiers in the city. He waved his sleeves and took the seven magic swords back into the sheath of the bookshelf. He reached out and grabbed the man from the Fire Sect and sat on the back of the old donkey.

Slap the donkey's buttocks.

"Walk!"
To be continued...